Freakin’ storm broke our tree. Man, we always used to play in that tree when we were kids. There was even a branch that we called the rocking horse because, well, we could rock on it like it was a rocking horse. It was pretty cool.
"Greetings tumblr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. I come up in peace. Hoes call me Jenna n’ some playas up in tha cyber ghetto call me Joose. Yo ass may call me either :) I can’t guarantee a spoila free Snoop Bloggy-Blogg but I do try ta reSnoop Bloggy-Blogg thangs bout freshly smoked up episodez of whatever I peep at least three minutes afta itz aired. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Unless I accidentally click reSnoop Bloggy-Blogg instead of queue. My fuckin Snoop Bloggy-Blogg is so multi-fandom now, even I don’t give a fuck what tha fuck I be gonna post. Escape while you can!"
The little Pikky Gal is interrupting my queue to say:
My mum asked me to wrap the kids presents and she got this as part of my baby niece’s. It’s soooooo cute. I asked for it but she said no